~| w o n d e r f u l |~



"tell me something wonderful,"
she said,
and i lost my words.

in my mind
filled to breaking
with a whirlwind of wonderful,
the bridge between
-thought
and
-speech
snaps under pressure
and i'm left wordless.

i am thinking
in a language before languages,
where images shame words.
i am
complexity and depth.
i am
trapped
by the edge of her voice
lifting me through
brings one simple syllable:

"you"

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